I saw Johny at the crossroads.

He was running for the cars.

Johnny used to run it all.

In the honky-tonks and bars.

Johnny said he’s getting old.

I said Johnny I’m old too.

I drive him up a couple doors.

And remember like we do.

There’s a rhythm in rhyming.

There’s a smile in the charm.

We live it all just day by day.

And pray we do no harm.